Here's how the whole thing started:
I called M after work and kinda invited myself over for dinner. Undeniable proof of karma? Possibly. Anyway, we headed out for a walk after eating at her place. It was such a beautiful night, like a dream, only darker. You kill for nights like these if you are from Toronto.
We ended up walking into an izikaiya because we wanted a place to sit down and talk. And talk we did. As we were waiting for our food, M decided to show off her orgami skills. Here is what she made.
We spent the next few minutes arguing about it (it's supposed to be a chopstick rest, but appears to be something less innocent). In the end she conceded and there was even talk of sending one off to Eve Ensler.
The food came and there was a temporary silence as we stuffed our faces for the second time that night. I suppose it would have been nice if we took turns eating and talking, instead of pouncing on the tuna rice like a pair of feral children, but whatever.
Time flew as we yakked. Before we knew it, we were looking at the bottoms of our plates and through our glasses. God, it was nearly midnight. We grabbed the bill and jetted. I walked M home and ran back to the train station, in hopes of catching the last train.
I probably shouldn't have stopped to take this shot, but it was just so cool. So this is what it feels like to fling yourself off the platform...a second before the train splatters you anyway.
I have never seen the trains this empty here before. This can't be a good sign. You know, if it weren't for the nice smell, I could swear I was on a TTC train.
This is the inside of a Japanese cab. I was a little afraid because I wasn't sure if the cabbie understood what I was saying and also because I had less than 3000 JPY with me (cabs are really pricey here).
I tried to tell him that I only had a bit of money, but of course, the cabbie had no clue what I was saying. He probably just assumed I was drunk or insane and sped off into the night. For the longest time, the meter read 660 yen, which didn't seem right to me, but I kept my mouth shut.
I was just starting to relax when he hit the highway and the numbers started flipping faster than a champion Othello player. As the meter sprinted forward, the cabbie got off the highway and pulled over somewhere I didn't recognize.
I was starting to get worried, but then I realized what he was doing: he was asking directions! And the meter was still running. The bastard.
In the end, I found I had enough money for the ride, though just barely. I was ready to stiff him if the cost came out to be more than I had though. You'd be surprised at how fast I can run if I have to.
I look dark and evil in this photo, and that's exactly how I felt. It's 2 am, I'm 2260JPY poorer and the week's just beginning.
To cheer myself up, I thought about this. This always cracks me up. It's a shot of a busted vaccuum at work, but I can just hear Rodney Dangerfield's voice exclaiming, "No suction? That's why I divorced my first wife! It's true, I tell ya."